"School was a complete mess today professor! Bubbles fell down the stairs and made me look like an idiot! And-" Blossom spoke in a low growl to her father that sat across the table. To her left, sat Bubbles. The rage she felt for her sister at the moment could easily be read by looking at her. Her bright baby blue orbs of emotion showed it all, and the way she chewed her cheek too.
Today , she tripped over her own foot at the top of the stairs at school today and fell. In front of a lot of her classmates. She swore up and down that it was an accident, and that she didn't mean to embarrass her sister but Blossom was having none of it. Blossom swore on her life she would no longer be walking to class with Bubbles.
"Professor. I'm full." Bubbles quickly stood up from her seat at the table, interrupting Blossoms rant. Professor nodded his head with an understanding expression, his gray hair falling in his face. She moved out of the kitchen quickly, leaving her plate there. And flew up the stairs and went to her room. Yes. HER room. When Bubbles and her sisters turned twelve they each got their own rooms. Which is quite nice, really. But sometimes she missed having them and their comfort when she slept, but they're are grown up now and needing privacy. She moved swiftly in to her room and slammed the door.
'Why did blossom always make me look like such an idiot every time I make a small mistake? I'll never understand why everything is such a big deal to her!' Bubbles thought to herself as she tied her hair up. She fell into her bed and stared up into the white ceiling, fighting the urge to scream in frustration. She laid like this on her blue comforter for several minutes before sighing through her freckled nose and pulling her phone out of her butt pocket of her jeans.
'Maybe I should go out. Buttercup still hasn't returned from soccer practice yet today, and it is getting dark.' Her mind spoke. She paused to think about it, biting her lip. 'I'll go look for her I guess, whatever gets me out of the negativity in this home.'
Going to the door, she locked it. Bubbles tried calling Buttercup a few times, no answer. Picking up her jacket, and her purse, she snuck out her bedroom window. Dropping to the grass out side the window, making sure it was still opened just a crack so she could get back in. It probably would've made more sense to use the front door, but her father would never let her leave if it was dark out. Bubbles got frustrated at the thought of still being treated at as child, even at age 16. She pulled up the hood of her black jacket and walked swiftly down the sidewalk heading downtown.
She would fly, but tonight, wasn't really feeling it. The weather was a little nippy at the moment, goosebumps were freckling her pale skin underneath the thin jacket. She took the longest route to the school, where she assumed Buttercup to be at. Playing with her long blonde hair that kept blowing back in her face, due to the fall breeze.
'I wonder if she is even there? Well, if she isn't its not my problem. I love Butters, but shes a lot of work to keep up with. I'm no better, but at least I am trying.' Bubbles thought to her self, getting a cigarette from her purse and lighting it. Sure, underage smoking wasn't the best thing a 16 year old super hero to be caught doing, but it wasn't meth. She never thought about it as a horrible thing, because at least it wasn't meth. Last year one of her friends, Kelly, died doing meth. Which really broke Bubbles heart when the story crossed her mind. But the past is the past and all you can do is move forward.
The dark air made her feel finally at peace with everything. Growing up, Bubbles learned to love the dark and all the things it tries to hide from her. Picturing it as a parental figure, if that makes any sense. When she was little she used to believe that there were monsters on the darkness of the room and outside the window. But as she had gotten older, she realized the dark is only trying to hide things from her. Example, the dark spots across the street that are in between the street lights range could be hiding something she was not meant to see. The dark doesn't want her to see the scary things it is able to hide. That being said, she was still a hero and had to know what is in that dark at all times, even when she doesn't want to.
'I will always have to rebel against that parental figure to protect myself and the people around me. It is what i was born to do.' Bubbles took a long drag from the cancer stick that she held between her perfectly manicured nails.
Lost in deep thought, she turned the corner of a building with out watching where she was going, then smacked into something. Hard. Crashing down into the pavement under her with a smack.
"What the hell?" A deep, gravel voice in front of her. Upon walking into the person, Bubbles got a strong whiff of tobacco and mint.
It was too dark to make out any features.
(bbls pov)
"S-sorry. That was my fault!" I stood up and put my hand out to help the other up, blushing slightly at my own clumsiness. The person looked up at me, a bright set of emerald green eyes locked into my icy blue ones. I felt the color drain from my face, the blush leaving. The look in those eyes was something meant to be feared. He sneered and got up himself. I looked at my cigarette that landed next to me, gross.
"Don't worry about it hun..." he turned to walk away.
Those green eyes reminded me of a distant memory. Of someone I have lost.
The vibration of my phone broke me from those thoughts. Answering it, I spoke to Buttercup.
"Hello? You rang?" Buttercup spoke. The sound of laughter in the background.
"Yeah, are you still at practice? I left the house and I wanna meet up. Blossom was being a total bitch." I heard her laugh on the other side. Whoever she was with laughed too, maybe I was on speaker phone.
"Mmmhmm, I'm down by the school. In the back in the trees. I'm with Mitch." She responded.
"Ill be there." I replied and hung up, walking faster down the sidewalk.
I got behind the school and went into the trees in the back, the strong smell of pot floating in the air. I rolled my eyed to myself. Of course she'd be smoking back here, I don't know what else I was expecting. I took my hood off my head and fixed the pony tail I sported.
"Hey Bubby. Whats up!" Mitch waved at me when we spotted eachother. I sat down on a stump besides Buttercup.
"You sure didn't take long, were you out long?" Buttercup put her hand on my shoulder, snickering. She handed me a half smoked blunt, which I gladly took. My mind went back to the run in with the person.
"Oh! Yeah, I left around 630 actually, but I ran into someone on the way here. Literally." I took a drag and passed it to Mitch. Looking over to Buttercup, I noticed she had on the 'gr8tist' sweatshirt. I loved that hoodie.
"Hah! Nice." Mitch put in. I never really liked Mitch, he never talks properly around me. Or, thats what Buttercup said. Which would explain the bland input.
" Do you guys want a ride home after this? I'd rather not drive alone." Me and Buttercup both agreed.
I followed them to Mitches van that was parked in the school parking lot. When he dropped us off I flew up to my window, instead of using the front door. The professor would kill me if he found out I left.
Buttercup met me in my room and we watched a couple movies together. She eventually fell asleep, leaving me alone to sit and think back on my encounter with the emerald green eyes.